The Sun-Burnt Hours

Sonnet to the Month of August by Charles Leftley August, I welcome thee and all thy hours, The sun-burnt hours, that dance about thy car, Thy genial breezes, and refreshing showers, Thy morning pageantry, and evening star. Bright are thy smiles, and blithe thy votaries are, For thou dost bring them harvests, fruits, and flowers, Enlivening gifts, and more enlivening far, The laughing vine to glad…